Lapwings with their awkward gait dotted the track. Large swathes of water logged the infield, the mood and sky gloomy and overcast. It had rained torrentially the previous night and the parking lot at the stadium was submerged in knee high water.
I had a straightforward time on feet that I began in lane nine. This first day of August there is a noticeable change in sunrise and weather. The first fifteen minutes were run in darkness before the hint of dawn crept up behind Medicity.
It was lap after lap done quietly, in solitude. At some point Suryansh joined me, then Ashwini. After a few rounds, they slipped off to do weight training and I carried on.
Not looking at the watch, instead relying on the eastern sky, my sense was correct when I finally did look at the watch predicting there would be one lap to go.
My sense or an innate sense? I’m not sure but when Def Leppard came up on the way back home, all senses lit up.
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